Wood

The garden walked me six miles today
stepping up then down its terraced slope
then up and down again 

again
ninety times along its twisting spine 
to bend and load again

again 
a tub of wood to rock 
each step upon my thigh and 

stack
stack 
stack 

down by the house as honeycomb 
the stove will suck and chew 
chortling through the long nights

Published in Response / Response, Hybriddreich, 2021